Ghost returns to his room. Your death weighing on him like heavy stones. This was the worst part of each day, returning to an empty room that he once shared with you. Now full of your painful absence.

He pulls his mask off as he stands in front of the mirror, readying himself for bed in an effort to find some reprieve in unconsciousness.

“Simon, look at me.”

He turns quickly to check the room that should empty.

Except it isn’t. You’re there. And Ghost is the only one that can see you.